Stories of Ansalon from the view of Demeter.

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Demeter' scribed in burnt brown ink.

Author: Demeter
Date: Sun Sep 24 19:23:23 2006
Subject ship wrecked
As I came to the world was a blur, my head still ringing. Slowly my
vision clears letting me see the destruction wrought by the storm that came
from nowhere. I dragged myself onto a piece of wreckage and huddled in my
drenched clothing, my face feeling as though it were on fire. The salt deep
under the peeled off skin, causing the agonizing pain. I floated for many
days, drifting in and out of conciousness, hallucinations became normal as
the days went by. My thirst and hunger began to consume me. The nights
were the worst, i swear I saw the fins of the great beasts from the deeps
circling me wanting to make me thier meal. I do not know how long it was
that I floated upon the seas, but one night I felt my make shift raft bump
against the shore of some land. I stumbled on to the sand pulling myself
past the line of the high tide. I lay the grass the rest of that night
munching on it, my swollen tongue having trouble swallowing even that small
amount of solids. At some point I must have passed out I awoke the next to
the bright sun shining down from high in the sky. I sat slowly up my body
still raveged by my time spent on the sea. I saw through my swollen eyes an
elven maiden, who almost emited a glow though that could have been due to my
eyes being swolen from the salt. She stood there watching me, then turned
and walked away, stoping and looking back at me every few feet untill I
stood unsteedily and followed on wobbly legs. She lead me unto a cave.
Though it was nicer then most noble houses I was ever privilaged to step
foot into. She feed me a broth and put me to sleep into a bed made of the
sofest material ever has my body touched, it was as though I slept in the
air. For many days I slept and ate the brooth, the maiden not saying a word
to me, in fact I never saw her though I knew someone else was there cooking
and cleaning while I was passed out. One day when I awoke there was a piece
of meat laying on a plate and beside the door, a set of armor and shield
sat. They fit me perfectly as though they were made for me, though I did
not believe I had been there long enough for such armor to have been
crafted. Upon each was etched in silver the symbol of the Dark Queen, the
five headed dragon each appearing to move in the light. I waited there
another day or two hoping to see the one who saved me, but none came and I
knew my time there was done. I ventured out and found myself standing
before the gates of Neraka, though I know my ship was nearing Mithas when
the storm struck, I was amazed at where I was. I made my way into the city
in search of the temple to my Queen, I was drawn to it, once there I kneeled
before her altar and sat there for 2 weeks giving thanks for my life and
gifts bestowed upon me. I pledged my life unto her service.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.